Powder Crying Arcane Novels & Stories

Terror like ice. Shabari lifted his hand, stopping inches from the glass jar upon the altar. Dark wind rose to greet his fingers like a loyal hound. It curled around him, licked at his palm with shadows. He closed his eyes and began to chant - low, guttural. Tongues of wizardry. I listened. Kaelric’s steps thundered forward, and I felt his anger before I saw it. It coiled from his skin like steam from overcooked meat. His voice split the silence. “What are your findings? Was the pelt tampered with?”

“Rowan claimed he saw Lord Seraph sprinkling black powder in this exact spot earlier today. A bird landed on it and died instantly, shriveling up as if life had been sucked out of it. I came back to investigate and found this remaining under the leaves. Tell me what it is.” Elara stared at the powder for a long moment, her frown deepening as she raised one hand and let faint blue light glow from her palm without touching the substance. “It is similar to the poison we found on Seraphine’s soldiers,” she said slowly, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge. “The same necromantic base that causes the black veins and the unnatural aggression. But this one is different. This versi

“You tell it who it serves.” My throat went dry. My wolf trembled, half terrified, half feral with power. The creature growled, gathering itself. Kieran staggered closer, blood dripping, voice raw. “Aria… if you do that, there’s no going back.” Dax’s voice cut in, cold and sure. “There’s already no going back.” The creature surged upward, breaking the ash like chains. And my pendant cracked—one sharp sound like a bone snapping—sending a pulse through the ravine that knocked us all off balance.

The necklace now hidden beneath my dress flared with heat like searing pulse burned against my skin. “Do you feel that, Layla?” I whispered, voice tight with adrenaline I couldn’t fully contain. “That’s real power I closed my eyes, savoring the thrill as it ran through my veins like a flash of lightening, intoxicating and fiercely alive. "You swore an oath to despise sorcery." “An oath made in ignorance," I replied, opening my eyes. The pendant thrummed against my chest, a constant reminder of the strength now at my fingertips. "Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.”

ARWYN I release the powder puff, filling the room with pink smoke. I scoff at the color, wishing Raith— Pete's Artificer— had chosen something darker. A smirk plays on my lips as the men cough and collapse, grasping their stomachs. The puff was laced with wildbane, a substance that weakens soldiers by slowing their heartbeats dangerously. I hold my breath and lunge for the window, but it won't budge. Cursing, I attack the window again, but it won't open. Frustrated, I give up and run for the smaller door.

Lycidas stepped forward, his hands glowing with arcane power. “Let’s see how you handle this!” Lycidas shouted, creating a portal that swallowed the arbiter momentarily, disorienting him before spitting him back out.

Trying to trap him was pure fantasy. His main body wasn't here. No matter what kind of arcane spell she used, it wouldn't work. However, the idol shattered in the air. The old locust tree died, withering rapidly and turning into a pool of black liquid. Aria now had a mist around her; it was some flowing black vapor wrapped around her spiritual form. This was the karmic burden of arcane seekers. Aria didn't seem to care much about it. It wasn't like this was her first or second time experiencing it anyway.

And again. Now.. He placed his palm against the barrier. The ward reacted, unleashing a concentrated blast of arcane force directly into him. The explosion lit the morning sky. When the light cleared, Aldric still stood there. Armor scorched. Unmoved. His eyes shifted fully silver. “Break,” he whispered. The air around him compressed violently. Frost spiderwebbed across the barrier’s surface from the point of contact. Cracks, real cracks, formed through layers of enchantment that had not failed in centuries.

~Handle me roughly.~ Xavier POV: When I saw Arcane crying in the cafeteria, an uncomfortable feeling arose in my heart. I want to see those lips and eyes smiling. But the sight of her tear filled eyes and the red tip of her nose made my heart clench. I wanted to rush and pull her into my arms. However, I stopped knowing that I don't have such rights over her.